This is told from Bulmas POV, in the time period of Mirai Trunks, after the androids killed almost all of the Z fighters. Mirai timeline will be in italics, memories will be in normal text. Ill let the story tell the rest ;)
--Prolouge--
The white lines traced across the blue parchment as I gripped my pen tightly. 'I need to get these done', I thought, brushing a stray lock of blue hair out of my weary eyes. 'Time is of the essence....' Time. How ironic. I need all the time in the world to finish, but once I do Ill actually HAVE all the time in the world.
Despite my exhastion I laid my pen down and chuckled to myself. In a world darkened by the constant threat of android attacks, laughter was as rare and fleeting as a candle in the wind. But it was as precious as life itself, and I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I hadnt laughed much in the days following Gokus death; each day since then has been filled with pain, misery and darkness. Goku turned out to be the first of many causulties, for the androids came a few short months after and like the disease that killed Goku, were just as merciless and deadly. The Z fighters died in vain trying to stop the monstors, and among them, trying to protect his new family......
I frowned, inwardly scolding. Dark thoughts like that wouldnt get me anywhere, and I at least had one reason to keep getting up. One thing that lit up the perpetual night of this wretched, shattered world. "Mom...?" I started out of my thoughts upon hearing my sons young voice. I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs and rubbed a watering eye. "Trunks...you shouldnt be up so late..." My 7 year old son padded across the cold floor and climbed into my lap. "I couldnt sleep...."
Oh.... My wearied face shone with concern as I hugged my little boy gently. "Was it the nightmares again?" Almost every night since he was old enough to know what the word 'android' meant he had had horrible dreams of the destruction they cause, dreams that have often left him waking up in cold sweats and screaming. I prayed that tonight it was just his usual restlessness that kept him awake.
He shifted on my lap and lay his head on my chest. "...can you tell me a story?" I frowned as I smoothed down his ruffled lavendar hair. I wanted to ease my sons troubled mind but I was uneasy too. I needed to finish my work; his future, the WORLDS future, depended on it. I started to tell him I couldnt when he continued.
"A story...about Dad..?"
His dad...
Vegeta....
Suddenly as if floodgates were opened memories filled my mind. Memories of a time filled with laughter and light, hopes and dreams. A time when my son's father, my 'mate' as he sometimes refered to me, was still alive. Trunks needed to know of such a time, a time where he couldve had a better life. The time when he had a father. "Yes...yes I will..." I said in a voice that seemed to me very far away. For I was already IN that time.....that time when it all began........
--Prolouge--
The white lines traced across the blue parchment as I gripped my pen tightly. 'I need to get these done', I thought, brushing a stray lock of blue hair out of my weary eyes. 'Time is of the essence....' Time. How ironic. I need all the time in the world to finish, but once I do Ill actually HAVE all the time in the world.
Despite my exhastion I laid my pen down and chuckled to myself. In a world darkened by the constant threat of android attacks, laughter was as rare and fleeting as a candle in the wind. But it was as precious as life itself, and I enjoyed it while it lasted.
I hadnt laughed much in the days following Gokus death; each day since then has been filled with pain, misery and darkness. Goku turned out to be the first of many causulties, for the androids came a few short months after and like the disease that killed Goku, were just as merciless and deadly. The Z fighters died in vain trying to stop the monstors, and among them, trying to protect his new family......
I frowned, inwardly scolding. Dark thoughts like that wouldnt get me anywhere, and I at least had one reason to keep getting up. One thing that lit up the perpetual night of this wretched, shattered world. "Mom...?" I started out of my thoughts upon hearing my sons young voice. I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs and rubbed a watering eye. "Trunks...you shouldnt be up so late..." My 7 year old son padded across the cold floor and climbed into my lap. "I couldnt sleep...."
Oh.... My wearied face shone with concern as I hugged my little boy gently. "Was it the nightmares again?" Almost every night since he was old enough to know what the word 'android' meant he had had horrible dreams of the destruction they cause, dreams that have often left him waking up in cold sweats and screaming. I prayed that tonight it was just his usual restlessness that kept him awake.
He shifted on my lap and lay his head on my chest. "...can you tell me a story?" I frowned as I smoothed down his ruffled lavendar hair. I wanted to ease my sons troubled mind but I was uneasy too. I needed to finish my work; his future, the WORLDS future, depended on it. I started to tell him I couldnt when he continued.
"A story...about Dad..?"
His dad...
Vegeta....
Suddenly as if floodgates were opened memories filled my mind. Memories of a time filled with laughter and light, hopes and dreams. A time when my son's father, my 'mate' as he sometimes refered to me, was still alive. Trunks needed to know of such a time, a time where he couldve had a better life. The time when he had a father. "Yes...yes I will..." I said in a voice that seemed to me very far away. For I was already IN that time.....that time when it all began........